Every time someone thinks they've figured out when the end of the world is, it turns out that they're wrong. What does this mean? Well, it's pretty simple. The world already ended. We're all just figments of some poor, lonely survivor's imagination.

I've always wanted to be a figment of someone's imagination *hugs self* Yay!

Werewolf is scary and makes me think of blood and gore and nights spent scared to death after a scary movie.

Before electing to sleep with me, please take note of the sign. "Does not share blankets. Does not share pillows. Does not share space. Kicking, punching, and shoving-off-the-bed are all highly likely. Not responsible for any effects thereof."